Thirty-three

I felt a tingling and sharp pain at the back of my head, as my eyes slowly opened. My hands felt locked in something, my legs unable to make any movement. My butt felt so hot, something pinching my lower abdomen. As I blinked, the bright light on the ceiling shone against my eyes, making me feel partially blind. 

What was going on?

Hearing a thick, masculine voice, my eyes snapped open. Wait, why were my hands and legs tied with a rope? Why was I tied to this old, wooden chair? Had I been… kidnapped?

I gasped, my eyes broadening in fear. My eyeballs scrolled through the place, my heart working at its ultimate pace. Dreaded, I took a deep breath, praying for a miracle to happen. Who had done this to me? Why would anyone kidnap me? What did they want?

"When all the guests leave the hall, we'll be able to leave the hotel without being questioned by anyone," a man said. He had his back on me,